The person who strode into the newly occupied headquarters was none other than Malashenko, who had just gotten off his divisional command vehicle.
The battle that took place near this small bunker did not escape Malashenko's eyes. Malashenko, who was commanding several tanks protecting his car to fight in a nearby area, had long noticed that there were several tanks inserted here.
Concealed soil bag for root antenna.
Malashenko, who was inconvenient to give orders to the infantry outside during the battle, did not talk nonsense. With Malashenko's understanding of his troops, someone would still do what should be done when necessary even if he did not give orders himself. There were enough,
The comrades who are reliable enough to trust are closely united around him, and Malashenko is willing to entrust his trust in these life and death comrades.
When the battle on the second defensive position finally came to an end, Malashenko finally freed up his hands. When he had some time to do other things, the first thing Malashenko did when he got out of the car was to go straight into the eyes.
The target of the German command headquarters.
"..."
The somewhat stunned platoon leader recognized at a glance that the man who rushed into the headquarters was none other than the division commander.
But he didn't get things done, and the platoon leader, who thought he had messed everything up, didn't know what to say at this moment. He hesitated for several seconds before he voluntarily walked out of the crowd, chose to take responsibility, and apologized to Mara.
Ke confesses everything.
"I am the leader of the platoon, comrade division commander. Here...as you can see, this is the defense headquarters of the Germans. I originally planned to lead people to rush in and disarm and capture these Germans alive, but...
..They resisted tenaciously and even fired at us. The scene was so chaotic that we could not control it at all. The comrades were all red-eyed at that time."
"As soon as the gunfire rang out, everything went into chaos, and the prearranged plans were of no use. When the gunfire stopped, it... ended up like this."
"...."
Malashenko's expression did not appear too surprised, but was surprisingly calm.
To be honest, the situation described by the platoon leader is basically consistent with the course of events that Comrade Lao Ma expected. Basically, there is nothing too out of the ordinary. According to common sense, he did everything he should do, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Right place.
Without saying a word, Malashenko slipped the tank cap that was already soaked with sweat from his hands, and went straight to the corpse of the German soldier, which was the largest in sight.
In this scene with bullet holes all over his body and blood flowing all over the floor, there is no need to feel his pulse or breath anymore. If he is still alive, he must be at least an Aryan superman, a specialty of Anton Star, who can receive 152 shells on his head.
Malashenko walked into the corpse and squatted down. He thought about what he wanted to do and the reasons for it. After reaching out and rummaging in the coat pocket of the colonel of the National Defense Forces for a while, Malashenko got what he wanted.
What he had in his possession: a military officer’s ID card, he opened it and read it.
"Karl Schneider... Oh, Austrian? Hitler's fellow countryman, colonel of the Wehrmacht, colonel and commander of the 268th Infantry Division? The strength of a division was wiped out so quickly? It's really hard to fight."
Malashenko, who was slandering and complaining in his heart, didn't say much at least publicly.
Throwing the meaningless officer's certificate in his hand onto the bloody corpse with eyes wide open, Malashenko raised his head and noticed a very messy pile on the corner of the table next to him, as well as
Document archives with traces of ablation.
He stood up and approached, picked up the document and flipped through it twice. What was recorded on it was nothing more than some telegram communication contents and order documents.
This kind of thing in a division-level headquarters was not considered too important a secret. Malashenko, who was not very interested, just flipped through it twice. After feeling that there was no useful information, he threw it back and turned towards it.
The platoon leader, who had been standing there waiting for orders, spoke.
"It's no big deal. Don't blame yourself too much. You led your comrades very well and completed the task brilliantly! For this, on behalf of the division, I will first give you a verbal commendation."
Malashenko patted the platoon leader on the shoulder and spoke calmly. He didn't seem to be angry at all, but this made the platoon leader, who was prepared to be scolded, confused.
"But...comrade division commander, we...we only recovered a few burned documents, and we didn't capture a single prisoner. Could it be..."
"It's okay, you did a great job! This is my final conclusion as a teacher."
Malashenko's firm tone remained unchanged as before. Without waiting for the platoon leader to say anything else, Malashenko, who had little time left to continue spending time here, left his final words.
"It's just a small colonel. It's no big deal. These are just Nazi fascist lackeys. If they die, they will die. Do you still have to be punished and blame yourself for the death of the lackeys? Don't think too much. The battle is over today.
Go find Comrade Political Commissar and you will get the commendation you deserve."
Carrying a short-barreled AK for self-defense and carrying a tank cap in his hand, Malashenko returned the same way and left. The soldiers surrounding him also withdrew, leaving the platoon leader with a confused look on his face.
Being in a mess under the crowd's watch.
"Hey, comrade platoon leader! We have made a meritorious service! Did you hear what comrade division commander said? I really want to tell my mother this news quickly. She will be very proud!"
"I told you, these fascist bastards will not be spared their lives! If you beat them to death, beat them to death. They deserve to be riddled with bullet holes, bah!"
A thick mouthful of phlegm came out of his mouth and stuck on the face of the corpse of the Colonel of the National Defense Forces. This kind of scene is very common in this fight that has long been upgraded to a life-or-death battle between ideologies. It has long been used as a strange thing.
.
Listening to the discussions among the soldiers around him, the young platoon leader felt that the comrade, the division commander, might be more approachable than he thought he was.
It's as if he is either a division commander or a comrade who fights alongside him and is always by his side.
This feeling was so real that the comrade division commander could not feel any official airs that a general should have. The young platoon leader was so convinced of this that he even wanted to wipe two tears from his eyes with excitement.
"I must follow him and always be behind him! I am fighting in such a heroic team!"
Such a "violent reaction" may be a bit funny and exaggerated in the 21st century, but in this era where information is limited and young minds are far less complicated and unpredictable, it is precisely this kind of reaction that is closest to reality.
"How is the situation? Have there been any news from Kulbalov and Lavry? Are the losses of the various units heavy?"
Not far after leaving the house, he met the political commissar and his party who had just driven to the position. Malashenko, who was accustomed to asking questions, knew that the political commissar must not be idle in the rear. It was his wartime habit to collect and compile battlefield information at any time.
It is most appropriate to ask the political commissar comrades for answers to the work that must be done.